It had bested machines. It had bested demons. It had bested archangels in pursuit of blood. It had run relentlessly through the chambers, never looking back, fists punching guns firing and blood spilling.
It had killed merciful kings, it had killed vengeful emperors, It had killed primes, It had killed husks. But when the deed was done... When its oil ran red with fresh blood... When it exited the circles, one by one... Only the abyss stared back into its lone, yellow eye.
Through the violence, this machine carried a tragedy within, the tragedy of mankind, saints, and devils alike. And with its closure, it finds itself descending upon the sacred realm of Treachery...
MANKIND IS DEAD.
BLOOD IS FUEL.
HELL IS ∅.
YOU ARE READING
A machine's guide to Divinity
FanfictionViolence, Fraud. All gone. And with Treachery soon to follow. The machines are decimating everything in its path and Hell itself is on the verge of being wiped out. Or so it seems. Hell was aware of its layers being destroyed, but it didn't care fo...
